Page 39 of Heart of Frost and Scars

His strong hands capture my hips. Not to pull me away but to hold me in place as he spreads me open and shoves his face between my thighs.

Oh.

My.

Fuck.

My legs weaken, falling open to welcome his possessive mouth.

Kody’s head turns, his whiskers scratching my hip as he sinks his teeth into the curve of my ass.

My breath severs, the pain all-consuming. But the next touch of his lips is lavishing, smothering the hurt.

Draped over his shoulder, I cling to his scarred back as Leo plunders me with his wicked tongue, raiding and ravaging and lapping up my come. Mine and Kody’s.

A moan slips from me as Kody’s fingers part my folds for Leo’s mouth.

But Leo jerks away, suddenly angry.

Shit. Did Kody push him too far?

My lungs deflate.

Kody sets me on the bed and turns to him, emitting a throaty, inhuman sound that shivers down my spine.

The air thins, taut with violence, straining to snap.

Teeth bared and growls rumbling from their chests, they circle each other in the dark.

Raw, ferocious aggression overtakes Kody’s usually calm and strategic demeanor. And Leo, the unpredictable firebrand, meets him head-on, every bit as feral and intimidating.

I squint, trying to adjust to the absence of light.

Their eyes are engaged, communicating in that way they do with unspoken dialogue. As much as I want to interfere, I know they need to work this out their way.

As long as they don’t bleed.

The turbulence in the room intensifies, spitting static across my skin. They move like predators in the wild, their silhouettes tense and poised to strike, each waiting for the other to make the first move.

Then they pause.

Oh, fuck.

All at once, they lunge for the bed.

For me.

In a blur of muscled limbs and snapping jaws, they move too fast to follow. I roll onto my stomach and scramble across the mattress, giving them the chase they crave.

A hand captures my ankle, halting me. Another fists my hair, wrenching my head back.

Kody’s earthy scent penetrates my senses, his grip shooting pain along my scalp as Leo wrenches my legs apart and presses his hardness against my center.

I thrash and squeak like a mouse trapped beneath a lion’s paw, no match for Leo’s brute strength.

Muscles coiled, he hauls my hips to his groin and slams inside me, taking me from behind.

“Fuck!” With a strangled groan, he collapses on me, giving me his weight as he fucks and snarls and pins me down in a claiming rage of animalism.

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